not unlike the sensuous twilight, enclasped in your hair, there appears some truth in the nuance of your words. contrary to the meddlesome enchantment of your eyes, the soothing quality of your voice lends added validity to what you say. the bloodred moon arises; as you approach the marble steps. i see you glance my way. mayhap, noticing me in the shadows. shall i choose to trust you, now? yet, i hear the approaching chatter that signals the need for propriety. you need that of me, don't you? despite my habitual spontaneity, the need to be more discerning is of heightened relevance. i already know this-- you are mine. no need to rush the maelstrom. trusting love despite the habitual inclination to distrust. #trust #love #relationship #propriety #romance #yqbaba #wordplay #diwa
